Ghostface k**ah - So Hood lyrics

[Intro: Talib Kweli] Beautiful Mixtape [Ghostface k**ah] Don't get the flow mixed up, this is uncut raw You can cook it in your spoon, that's what your lighter is for And the aroma are set to move the right tone up And your girl, I really wanna ice tone her Don't get mad if she like rappers I'm be an MC who like Bergundy, and ?he man perty? Look young in his face, and he over thirty Giving out Hanco*ks, like my name was Herbie Survived from a f**ed up past, set my bed where the springs was out Now they ask what my rings about This is Ghost, God type man only, stay true You disagree, well then f** you I don't gotta say jack to you I got alot of metal that rat for you And if I point it your way, he gon clap for you Body something mad terrible, you know how them ratchets do Extra caskets and church cla**ics, blowing an ill dust joint At your wake as I drive past it, now that's murder 2004 blood further dick, you ain't that big cus you ain't never heard of Or brought up in any convo, Benny Blanco your style will get your face picked off And your nose ripped off, you fake n***as don't understand This is Theodore, we gon blow like a hundred fans [Talib Kweli] New York will test you, try to get you, don't be scared about it It'll caress you and molest you, but don't be weird about it Don't wear your heart on your sleeve and dare to come here without it You bout it, then let it flow out like tears of fear shouted Ain't no kick the can, Chutes and Ladders or Candyland Mothers survive their sons, trying to be a family man Out to there like hand to hand, walkers, bikers and camel stands In order to tell a ma'am from man here, you need a mammogram Patrol, substance for nothing to blame the manners on Up at the crack of dawn, heard the word and your path is on Still working for nothing, abandon your dreams Now they tattered, torn to pieces, scattered on the ground that we walking on Same ground around the dead body police draw chalk upon Your name familiar on the radio police are talking on Do what you gotta do to eat, and keep the heat from off the arms Sometimes you gotta compromise what you was brought up on The most exciting lyrics Kweli and Ghost is writing Psychosis leading to excessive and hopeless biting There's no denying your ho is eying, the flow is iron The Vitamin C you see By the color of the pee The muthaf**ing, most gutter MC Dropped out of school at eighteen With a dream and started running the streets Keep the receipts, don't need your college degree Because my lyrics earn me honorary PHDs, yeah [Hook 2X: Talib Kweli] People ask my why I keep it so hood And I simply reply, it feels so good We hit your ears in ways you ain't know the flow could And make your momma say boy, you up to no good